The Chair.
Darkness. It was all I could see with the blindfold over my eyes as I felt the cool air blow across my bound, bare breasts, instantly hardening my nipples. I tried to move but it was of no use. He had me bound to chair so expertly I couldn’t move any part of my body but my neck and head. Each leg was tied to the front legs of the chair, spreading my thighs open, almost putting me on full display. I smiled a bit thinking how in this one case maybe being a thicker chick wasn’t so bad. Thick thighs make a dick rise! Amirite? The smile faded quickly and the thoughts quickly went away as I tried to move to get more comfortable in my chair, but all I was able to accomplish was more discomfort as the rope dug into my soft skin a bit. Shivering, slightly from anticipation but probably more from nervousness, I bit my bottom lip as a bajillion thoughts ran through my mind. What version of him would I get tonight? Kind, sweet, teasing Daddy? Or would I get the rougher, masochistic man who needed to take out some aggression? My thoughts were quickly interrupted as I heard the door open and close and the smell of his cologne filled my nostrils.
I tried to steady my shaking and be a brave girl, to take whatever he had planned with bravery. I could feel him behind me, for what felt like a painstaking amount of time before I felt his strong, soft hands cupping my breasts. His fingertips pinching and tugging at my nipples, then a gentle slap to each one. Gasping, I tried to thrust them upward, needing more of his touch. I hear him chuckle then murmur something about being a needy little slut before feeling his lips on my neck..kissing..licking..sucking up to my earlobe. He starts to chuckle more as I begin to whimper and writhe in my chair, his fingers back to my nipples to continue their delicious assault. “Does babygirl like this?” he whispered as he tugged harder. Breathlessly, trying to formulate the words to answer him, all I can do is nod. He pulls harder and tells me nodding is not and answer. “Yes Daddy!” I squeak out, trying to move, trying anything I can to get free from my confines. But, as usual, Daddy has other plans in mind.
His hands leave my body and I hear shuffling and the sound of a zipper. Before I even have time to wonder what was about to happen, I feel a hand in my curls, tugging, as he slaps my tits hard again with his other hand. Crying out, half in pleasure and half in pain, he slaps them again before pulling a nipple and twisting again. The hand in my hair jerks my head back and I feel him moving closer to me. Hand moving from my hair, fingertips caressing my cheek , moving to trace the outline of my full, soft lips, before grabbing my chin and forcing my mouth open.
“Stick your tongue out” he whispered. As I did, I felt something soft yet hard moving over my lips slowly. Tracing them slowly before being slapped onto my tongue. The tip of his cock rested on my tongue as his hands went back to my hair, gripping handfuls. “Suck” he grunted, and I suddenly felt him hit the back of my throat. Gagging, wrapping my lips around him I began to do as I was told.
Sucking, licking, moaning loudly around his girthy cock. His hands holding my head in place as he thrust his hips forward, hard, forcing himself down my throat. Gagging and drooling around his cock I try to keep up. I feel my eyes well up with tears, wetting the blindfold as they try to escape down my cheeks. I gasp for air as he temporarily loosens his grip and pulls my head back, removing his cock from my mouth. I feel drool dripping down my chin, onto my tits. Hearing a grunt, I feel his hard cock slapping against my tongue and lips again before being thrust back into my mouth. I try to relax and open my throat to him, wrapping my lips tightly around his cock. Sucking harder, humming and moaning louder around him. I could feel myself becoming more excited and turned on, writhing harder in my chair, trying to free myself. Whimpering louder. “Looks like baby girl is getting excited” he chuckles as he pinches a nipple again. Nodding yes, moaning “please” around him. All I hear is a chuckle as he picks up speed and more forcefully fucks my mouth. Drooling harder around him, almost in tears, trying to keep up with him. Breathing harder, opening my mouth wider for him to use. Leaning forward, the rope digging into my flesh, I suck more forcefully. His thrusting becoming more erratic and his grunting louder. Calling me his little slut he suddenly pulls out of my mouth and forces my head back once again. I feel hot spurts of his cum cover my face and breasts while he grunts and calls me his filthy whore.
Once the last spurt hits my neck, he presses the tip of his cock against my lips. He doesn’t have to say a thing and I open my mouth for him, tenderly licking and sucking him clean. He finally pulls away, patting my head before I hear him pulling his pants up. I wait to be cleaned up, untied- something! But it doesn’t come. The door opens and closes again with a loud click. I’m left in my chair. Tied up, blindfolded and coated in his cum- waiting until he needs to use me again.
I tried to steady my shaking and be a brave girl, to take whatever he had planned with bravery. I could feel him behind me, for what felt like a painstaking amount of time before I felt his strong, soft hands cupping my breasts. His fingertips pinching and tugging at my nipples, then a gentle slap to each one. Gasping, I tried to thrust them upward, needing more of his touch. I hear him chuckle then murmur something about being a needy little slut before feeling his lips on my neck..kissing..licking..sucking up to my earlobe. He starts to chuckle more as I begin to whimper and writhe in my chair, his fingers back to my nipples to continue their delicious assault. “Does babygirl like this?” he whispered as he tugged harder. Breathlessly, trying to formulate the words to answer him, all I can do is nod. He pulls harder and tells me nodding is not and answer. “Yes Daddy!” I squeak out, trying to move, trying anything I can to get free from my confines. But, as usual, Daddy has other plans in mind.
His hands leave my body and I hear shuffling and the sound of a zipper. Before I even have time to wonder what was about to happen, I feel a hand in my curls, tugging, as he slaps my tits hard again with his other hand. Crying out, half in pleasure and half in pain, he slaps them again before pulling a nipple and twisting again. The hand in my hair jerks my head back and I feel him moving closer to me. Hand moving from my hair, fingertips caressing my cheek , moving to trace the outline of my full, soft lips, before grabbing my chin and forcing my mouth open.
“Stick your tongue out” he whispered. As I did, I felt something soft yet hard moving over my lips slowly. Tracing them slowly before being slapped onto my tongue. The tip of his cock rested on my tongue as his hands went back to my hair, gripping handfuls. “Suck” he grunted, and I suddenly felt him hit the back of my throat. Gagging, wrapping my lips around him I began to do as I was told.
Sucking, licking, moaning loudly around his girthy cock. His hands holding my head in place as he thrust his hips forward, hard, forcing himself down my throat. Gagging and drooling around his cock I try to keep up. I feel my eyes well up with tears, wetting the blindfold as they try to escape down my cheeks. I gasp for air as he temporarily loosens his grip and pulls my head back, removing his cock from my mouth. I feel drool dripping down my chin, onto my tits. Hearing a grunt, I feel his hard cock slapping against my tongue and lips again before being thrust back into my mouth. I try to relax and open my throat to him, wrapping my lips tightly around his cock. Sucking harder, humming and moaning louder around him. I could feel myself becoming more excited and turned on, writhing harder in my chair, trying to free myself. Whimpering louder. “Looks like baby girl is getting excited” he chuckles as he pinches a nipple again. Nodding yes, moaning “please” around him. All I hear is a chuckle as he picks up speed and more forcefully fucks my mouth. Drooling harder around him, almost in tears, trying to keep up with him. Breathing harder, opening my mouth wider for him to use. Leaning forward, the rope digging into my flesh, I suck more forcefully. His thrusting becoming more erratic and his grunting louder. Calling me his little slut he suddenly pulls out of my mouth and forces my head back once again. I feel hot spurts of his cum cover my face and breasts while he grunts and calls me his filthy whore.
Once the last spurt hits my neck, he presses the tip of his cock against my lips. He doesn’t have to say a thing and I open my mouth for him, tenderly licking and sucking him clean. He finally pulls away, patting my head before I hear him pulling his pants up. I wait to be cleaned up, untied- something! But it doesn’t come. The door opens and closes again with a loud click. I’m left in my chair. Tied up, blindfolded and coated in his cum- waiting until he needs to use me again.
36-40, F
